Back to the last question he asked before Corbin walked through the front door. He blinks, and it immediately pulls me away from the Caribbean and back to San Francisco. I’d say they were as clear blue as the waters of the Caribbean, but I’ve never actually been to the Caribbean, so I wouldn’t know. I continue to stare at them, half expecting to see waves if I look closely enough. His eyes are so light blue they’re almost colorless. Not at all the heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes from last night. They are the clearest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I look him straight in the eyes to give him an answer, but his eyes catch me off guard for a short moment. I immediately jump up and rush to the door, but Miles is still blocking the doorway, glaring at me, expecting a response to his question. I open my mouth to respond but am cut off by the sound of the apartment door closing and Corbin’s voice yelling out. I’m neighbors with a guy who gets shit-faced on weeknights and obviously brings home so many girls in the process that he can’t even remember which ones he messed around with. I laugh when my initial thoughts are confirmed.Īnd this is great. “Did we hook up last night? Is that why you’re pissed?” ” He motions his finger back and forth between us. He eyes me hard for a few seconds, then tilts his head slightly forward and arches an eyebrow.
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